When you found me I was surrounded by stones and lilies in a field I longed for a savior and you said stay here, how weak had I been In plain sight I displayed my mind, but their eyes were unable to see But you came by and you asked me why, oh stop what you do to me child What am I supposed to do without you Where the hell will I go I'm inclined to believe you are trouble to be But for now that means nothing to me It may be trite, but my god your eyes, make me feel like I haven't in a while Now the way I tell if my day went well, was if I had made you smile What am I supposed to do without you Where the hell will I go I'm inclined to believe you are trouble to be But for now that means nothing to me What am I supposed to do without you Oh I'd rather not know I'm inclined to believe you are trouble to be But for now you are everything to me